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A/N: (High Fives through text; insert whip cracking sound effect) TOP OF THE MORNIN' TO YA, LADDIES! My name is Darth Cody and welcome to Fates Rewritten, the sequel to Altered Destinies. After the huge success of that story, in fact, while I was crafting it, I considered how it would continue. What's that? You don't know what happens? What the heck is wrong with you? Go read it right now and come back once you've read the whole thing. For those who were smart enough to read it, this story picks up two years after the end Altered Destinies. Do some simple math and you'll know what that means.

As with Altered Destinies, be on the lookout for easter eggs and references to Star Wars and to other fandoms as well, (namely Overwatch, Steven Universe, etc.)

To say the past two years had been eventful would be an understatement. His left pointer finger was slightly swollen; he'd allowed the scar to form as a reminder of the burning hatred he harbored for the brat responsible for it. His other arm also served to fuel his anger, as it was now mechanical. Of course, he also carried with him a new lightsaber, to replace the one he'd lost. Again, he enjoyed the reminders of the half-Togrutan brat. It empowered him, it motivated him, and it fueled him.

Which brought him back to the present. After the chaos on Scarif, he'd been tasked with hunting down the ones who carried the schematics for the Death Star. Needless to say, he was not taking any chances. He had suspected for the longest time that the princess of Alderaan had ties to the rebellion. Now he could pick up the pieces of his greatest fall.

As he boarded the ship belonging to Leia Organa, he was approached by a stormtrooper. Said trooper saluted and said, "Sir, we have the princess in custody."

"Excellent." He replied. The troopers led him to the corridor where the princess was being kept. As he and his entourage approached, she snapped against her cuffs, trying to defend her position. She seemed calmer as he approached, although he could still sense her anger. He enjoyed it.

"Ahh, Princess Leia Organa," the warrior said. "What an honor to finally make your acquaintance."

"I can't say the same." She retorted in frustration. "Call off your men, whoever you are. This is..."

"Oh, my apologies, Your Highness," he interrupted, with perhaps a slightly condescending tone in his voice. "You may refer to me as the Stalker."

Scrunching her face, Leia bit back a snide remark, and repeated, "As I was saying, call off your men, Stalker. This is a diplomatic mission, and I..."

The calm and almost pleasant air about him disappeared, and he cut her off again. "Diplomatic Mission, you say? Explain to me how you are being a diplomat and not a traitor?" She didn't respond right away, and he continued. "I know this ship was present at the recent battle of Scarif. Why were you there? Surely, it was not a 'diplomatic mission'."

She refused to answer. Stalker sighed in resignation. "Very well. You choose to remain silent. So be it." He turned to the troopers holding her and said, "Get her aboard my ship, and get her to the detention cells. Maximum security." As the troopers led the Princess away, Stalker turned back to his guards and said, "And you. I want every corner of this ship searched. Bring anything of importance. Droid, data-chip, anything. I want this ship thoroughly searched. I'm sure I need not remind you what will happen should you miss anything." Without another word, the soldiers set to work.

The heat was simply dreadful to his circuits. He couldn't imagine ever willingly setting foot on this planet. His small companion would agree. "Never in all my existence would I ever see need to come here." He complained. "Of all the planets we could have been stranded on, why did we have to end up here?"

His little friend beeped and chirped a reply. The tall, gold-plated protocol droid tilted his head in confusion. "We have to find someone?" C-3P0 translated. "Now don't be ridiculous, Artoo. Who would possibly want to live in this unforgiving wasteland?"

Rather than find an answer to the question, R2-D2 simply explained that he was going to find their friend with or without 3P0. The protocol droid simply threw his hands in the air in surrender, as he hobbled off after his companion. "Oh, all right, Artoo. I'll go with you to find whoever would be out here." R2 chirped something to Threepio, who replied, "Well, yes, I suppose we are slightly better off out here than in the hands of the Empire. Oh, I do hope the princess is safe. I can't begin to consider what could be happening to her right now."

A/N: Okay, not a very long chapter. But honestly, I don't think it needs to be terribly long to get the story started. So yes, the Stalker survived when Thrawn's ship crash landed on Lothal, and hasn't changed much since then. If anything, he's only gotten worse. I'll elaborate on what he's been up in the interim of the two stories.

Note, Even though this is the Follow-up story to Altered Destinies, I feel that there are a ton of important plot points in the main canon of the OT that really don't deserve to be cut out completely, like Leia being captured, while R2 and 3P0 wind up on Tatooine. What worries me is that, since my memories of exact details in the movies are poor, I'm going to end up skipping some key moments because of the fact that they are only slightly changed, and that nearly anyone reading already knows what happens in those scenes in the Movies.

A good example of this in Altered Destinies is that I didn't include modified variants of the episodes from Rebels, making it look like they still happened exactly like they do in the show. I hope that you loyal viewers can help me get some details right. (Though I already know a few key scenes that I'm going to get right.)

Also, if anyone has a Deviantart account, be on the lookout for Randomixx8991 (that's me.) I'll be looking for talented artists who could have art work that could serve as the cover art for this story (pending the artists approval, of course.)

Next chapter, we turn back to the Rebels on Yavin, while R2 and 3P0 meet some familiar faces, and more.

Until then, please R&R, and I'll see you next time. Peace out, and may the Force be with you. Always.

Ps, if you didn't catch the very obvious reference at the beginning of this chapter, something's very, very wrong with you.